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whitewitch:
YES HE IS MY FAVOURITE, since he no longer shows like b4, iv lost a lit bit of interest in wwe.

Brock defeated him in the last Wrestlemania. A record was broken. 21-1.

Captainswag225:
brock lesnar is the best wrestler ryt now

I agree. He's awesome. He throws Cena around like a flour bag.

whitewitch:
yeah me too im a fan though my favourite wrestler only shows in wrestlemania

Undertaker?

Kaboninc, what should I send in the mail, sir?

whitewitch:
lol u mean wwe raw?

Exactly! I'm a fan, too.

whitewitch:
hey broda!!! FOR LIFE!!!! is ishi a barca fan?

I'm not sure. But I know Ishi is a fan of RAW.

Niklausa:
Why don't you quote standd and directly apologize?

But what you did was really wrong. You knew her personality and you preyed on it. You fed on her, wiped your mouth with her tears, and you ravished in it.

Only a male would understand what you did. Sadly some were too blind to see it.

If it was my sister you did that to, I would have your head, bro. For real.

Really?

My mind tells me you're the biased one here. But it's cool, bro.

I've apologised. Kindly let it slide, sir. Thanks.

whitewitch:
ok they are puzzzo, michealgarfied, 1stcreature and sipstea. "so pls ishi baby, ishi d sweetest consider me, and do u know i have a crush on u?

You have a crush on my Ishi?

If not for the fact that we belong in the same club, I would have...well, unpat you on the back.

Up Barcelona!

Niklausa:
*yawns*

Yea right.
I read the thread ishilove closed. Larrysun pushed standd, and he kept on pushing her till she had no choice but to respond. He deserves to be banned for breaking rule two which clearly states: Do not DELIBERATELY PROVOKE a nairalander.

What's more annoying is that the dude was enjoying seeing her get angry and he enjoyed it all through till the end.

You don't mess with someone's feelings that way.
He provoked standd. She is human and she responded as a normal human with feelings would.

I am out of here. Like you said, it's already a closed case.

Okay. Even though I don't entirely agree with you,I apologise for upsetting you and her.

Bless you, sir.

kaboninc:
Send through NL mail.

Sent.

kaboninc:
Lol!
Are you now a DSS agent?
Shoot then.

May I have your e-mail address, sir?

kaboninc:
I like how you explain English related questions.

So what did you study?

Sir, that's classified information. I can send you a mail.

kaboninc:
Hi Larry.
Do you teach English?

Not often. I didn't study English, you know?

Ishilove:
Would you like to plight my troth?

You know I would plight your troths over and over and over.

Ishilove:
You must be banned!! I say you must be banned!!!!

The only way to escape a ban is to write a story that will make the whole literature section laugh, like the Coffin Of Errors did.

I have no choice here.

I think I owe standd a dedication. And I hope the short story would be funny enough to make her laugh.

Ishilove:
Lol. I like you too

Well, the whole exchange between Larrysun and standd shows that there are sharp chinks in every armour. Initially i thought Larry wanted to plight standd's troth, but I was disabused of that notion when they went all WWE Raw on each other. Larry went for her jugular and she went for his balls. In this Cage Match there are no winners, just bruised losers. Even I the referee got smacked in the gob and shoved out of the ring. After been booted out I could only hold my swollen jaw and watch with bemusement from the sidelines.




I have been watching too much wrestling

You know I like wrestling, too.

You know one thing I like about wrestling? After all the fights and bullies before the audience, the wrestlers still go to the dressing room to make up...at least, most of the time.

I guess this is our dressing room.

Divepen1:
Ishilove,
I don't know why I like you but I do. I love the way you lock the thread but please next time tweak it with a little ERM.. Ban for these two especially. They are our Ogas here but sometime a ni Lati ba won wi ki won ma se wuwa ibaje mo. Ka shi GBA fun won.



Well done

Ban?

I'm so sorry. I've realised my mistake. Please, don't ban us.

Isn't a ban a correctional punishment? I'm duly corrected, trust me.

Besides, can a moderator be banned?

Divepen1:
Here .

Standd, Larrysun, and Ishilove. This is my view of the last E-war.


Standd, many people were really offended with your posts on that thread opened for you and I know you must be angry that you even replied Larrysun and others. But you have to really learn to detach yourself from whatever you call yourself. For heaven sake stop telling yourself you are a snob or melancholic. You can get angry but that does not mean it is your nature. You have to see yourself as who you are a matured, fun to be with, and lovely lady. Standd, you are not melancholic because you only get angry at people who offend or irk you. Being a real woman is what you have been practising by avoiding evil and you can still keep doing that. No matter the level of insult, laugh it off and show them who their mother is by not replying. The insults and name calling you did on that thread was too much.
You have offended larrysun on a thread he corrected someone's English and at another place he appreciated someone's definition of something. Even, me. The day I said I wondered why only got to FP. You could have asked me politely for what I meant. But that is gone. I was meaning to put up your stories as one of the study guides for some new writers, will you like them to see most of your posts reeking with avoidable insults. I will, therefore, implore you to start seeing yourself as one person that speaks her mind without insults. Stay Happy.

Larrysun, yours in the next post

I apologise for everything.

Ama's sister is pregnant for Afam. Her father was destroyed by a company owned by Awesome's family. Lola has a baby with Awesome!

Wow!

Beautiful!

When you said examinations would be done on stories, did you mean the stories would become comprehension passages?

Cc: Divepen1

bigsholly:
Larrysun!!!! Its seems you have a thing for detective lot oooo you always bring him back in all your stories

I want to immortalise him.

Thank you, ma'am, for reading. It's been a while. I hope you're good.

Timi got himself a change of clothes, then he lodged in a cheap hotel. With his grnadfather's money, he enjoyed the best food and drink the hotel could offer. Spending many years under close watch and limited ration had had its effect on him. Timi ate voraciously. He didn't care about his extravagant expenditure this time because he knew that he would soon become a rich young man. After having his fill of pleasant ambrosia, Timi slept early in the evening and woke up late the following day.

It was past midday of the next day when Timi rose from bed. He quickly showered, shaved and wore new clothes. He set his old shirt and trousers on fire before leaving the hotel. He went back to his grandfather's house. There was a young police officer at the entrance. Timi was denied entrance by the two police officers who manned the surroundings.

"You can't go in," explained the first policeman, "the old man living there is dead."

"What!" Timi feigned ignorance, "My grandfather is dead?" Timi was not like most of the other criminals who would have broken down and released crocodile tears. He was not programmed to exhibit such weakness. Instead of weeping, he asked the police officers what had happened.

"I'm not allowed to say. Please step back." Said the second officer.

"But I'm the old man's grandson, I have the right to go in."

"We're carrying out our orders. No one is allowed to go in."

"I want to see your superior. Kindly tell him I'm Timi Alara, the old man's grandson. I'm sure he'll want to see me."

"Wait here." The second policeman ordered and went into the house. He came out a few seconds later with a big man. Timi instantly felt threatened by the man's appearance.

"Good afternoon, young man," the man greeted and gave a charming smile.

"Good afternoon, sir," Timi responded politely.

"I am Detective Lot. Officer Kola told me you claimed to be the old man's grandson."

"Yes, sir, I am."

"What's your name?"

"Timi Alara."

"Oh, I think I remember you," Lot remarked, "Aren't you the boy who hacked his father to pieces and stuffed him in a coffin a few years ago?"

Timi gave a proud smile and said, "That was five years ago. I was cutting down on expenses."

"I thought you were in prison."

"I was released yesterday."

The detective stared at him with suspicious eyes. Timi stared back at the huge man. He knew the detective was beginning to suspect him of having something to do with his grandfather's death. He also knew that there was nothing the man could do to him if there was no evidence. And Timi was sure that he left nothing incriminating behind the previous day.

"Your grandfather died yesterday," the detective said. There was a tone of accusation behind his statement.

"That's so sad! What a coincidence! How did he die?"

The detective took a moment before replying, "It appears as if he fell down the stairs. Why don't you come in?"

Both men went into the house. There were two other men in the living room. The body had been moved but Timi could still see the trails of blood from the top of the stairs down to the floor.

"Mr Timi Alara, meet Doctor Elijah." Said Lot.

Timi ahook hands with a man who didn't look at all like a doctor. The man was dressed in a pair of blue jeans trousers and a grey T-shirt with an alligator on the left chest.

"And this is Barrister Akanni; he was your grandfather's lawyer up to his demise."

Timi shook hands with the second man who didn't look like a lawyer either. The man was dressed in local attire of Ankara, and a dented cap rested smugly on his head. He looked more like a traditional drummer than a lawyer. The man looked at Timi with eyes that studied, weighed and judged him without pretense that they were not studying, weighing and judging him. Timi flushed slightly under the frankness of the lawyer's scrutiny.

"We found a handwritten will in the old man's pocket," said Lot, "he left everything to you in the will."

Timi smiled and sat proudly on a cushion. "I'm not surprised, I'm his only surviving relative. Even if he hadn't written that, I would still inherit everything."

"I doubt that. Barrister Akanni told me the old man drew a will six months ago leaving everything to an orphanage."

"Well," Timi spread his hand, "he must have had a rethink. Family first, as the saying goes."

"The handwritten will was dated yesterday, the same day you were released. I find that suspicious."

Timi still shrugged indifferently. He has nothing on me, thought Timi confidently. "He must have done it as a welcome-back present for me. I'm sure he greatly missed me. Too bad I didn't have the chance to meet him before he died." Timi was proud of himself. He was giving the perfect replies.

"You were released yesterday, right?"

"Right."

"Where were you after your release?"

"I lodged in a hotel. You may call the hotel attendant. He will confirm my story."

"I don't need to do that," replied Lot, "I believe you—Timi Alara—killed your grandfather."